#🔨 muse

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@pips-plants

[waraningyo]

HI GUYS! seeing as how muse is back for nobara, i have a slight influx of new followers, and to officially celebrate me being off my long ass hiatus: have this as a treat! that said, feel free to like this for a starter varying in length and arc! this is capped at 7.

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[greelin]

your post will only have like two hundred notes and then the roleplay blogs will somehow get ahold of it. and it’s all #: ̗̀➛ VISAGE. #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷is it so wrong to want to be 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭? ;; musings. #「 ✦ HE WHO LAUGHS LAST LAUGHS THE LOUDEST // HOME DEPOT AU 🔨 ✦ 」 from there

[kitdeferramentas]

@fantasfly

JENNIFER’S BODY (2009) dir. Karyn Kusama

[rpdepartment]

simple yet specific relationships & reverse starters meme!

send one of the followings emojis or prompts if you have ideas for relationships & plots when it comes to our muses, but you don't know how to start! in return, i'll go through either yours or my prompts and try to send you something to work with your wishes! feel free to send more of them at the same time too!!

note: with "my muse", we mean the sender's

NEUTRAL

🙂 a simple first meeting should work

🤭 my muse wants to know yours better

🤗 my muse doesn't know yours, but heard of them /pos

🤔 my muse doesn't know yours, but heard of them and has no strong feelings about them. yet.

😄 my muse is related or friend of someone your muse is friends with

😕 my muse is related or friend of someone your muse dislikes

😍 my muse is related or friend of someone your muse loves

PLATONIC & FAMILIAL

🐶 they could be friends!!!!

🐺 they were friends in the past, but lost contact with eachother

🐣 they're family!!!

🐔 my muse is a distant relative of yours

🐴 my muse is a fan of yours

🦝 my muse is an old friend who yours didn't see in a while

🐭 our muses are online friends

ROMANTIC & SEXUAL

❤️ my muse wants to kiss yours (in a romantic way)

💙 my muse has a one sided crush on yours

💚 our muses are exes

🧡 my muse used to have a crush on yours some time ago

💛 my muse wants to kiss yours (mostly in a sexy kind of way)

💜 our muses had a one night stand

🖤 our muses are fuckbuddies

ANTAGONISTIC & NEGATIVE

🥄 my muse doesn't know yours, but heard of them /neg

🔨 they should beat eachother up

💣 my muse hates yours

🗡️ our muses hate eachother

🔪 my muse is scared of yours

⛏️ they were friends in the past, but they had a serious fight

🪓 my muse wants to kill yours

WORK & SCHOOL

📅 they're forced to cooperate

📋 my muse wants yours to work for them

📚 our muses know eachother from school

📊 our muses know eachother from work

📌 my muse works for yours

📭 your muse works for mine

📖 my muse is or was your muse's teacher

OTHER ODDLY SPECIFIC SCENARIOS

🍉 they should work together to beat someone else up

🍋 our muses are in a fake relationship

🍏 my muse needs yours to pretend to be their partner

🍒 my muse is famous, and i'd love to see yours reaction to see them

🍓 my muse is a troublemaker and yours find them after a fight

🍇 my muse is sad for any reason and crosses paths with yours

🍊 my muse catches yours doing something illegal

[changenameno]

Ready, set…oh? PART 1

(Complete, link to the second part down below ⬇️ )

Summary:

He felt incredibly on edge because your eyes didn’t leave his figure once, watching so very closely. But August wasn’t above taking action, even in public, even if you were a pretty little thing… 

Pairing: August Walker & Fem. Reader

Warnings: None, just something short, a bit angsty but mostly fluff

Word count: 1K

A/N: All reblogs and comments are welcome and appreciated (but please be kind)! Enjoy! PS: Any mistakes are my own…❤️✨

!Fallout: Mission Impossible and Agent August Walker are not my own creation!

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The moment he entered the small café, he felt eyes on him. A small bell above his head had chimed, as he’d opened the door, making his presence known. Still he couldn’t shake the feeling, that your fixed stare had found him even before he’d stepped through the threshold.

His striking blue eyes quickly surveyed the room. It was near empty. Only two customers were sitting at the small round tables and one bored looking cashier stood behind the counter.

To his left, at the window, sat an elderly gentleman reading his paper. And then there was you.

The clock at the wall, read ten minutes to seven, so no wonder business was still slow.

August stepped to the counter, clearing his throat, as the cashier had yet to look up, from the magazine he’d been hiding behind.

His deep voice rumbled: ”One Americano.”

When the guy finally put the magazine away, he flinched as he noticed the large, domineering man before him. Swallowing thickly at the harsh glare, pinning him in place. He stumbled over his words: “Erm, yeah of course, sir. F-for here or to go?”

“Here.” His face fell slightly at his response, clearly having hoped he’d leave with the coffee. “Al-alright, you can erm..sit. Your order will be right out.”

What irked August even more than the stuttering idiot in front of him, was the attentive gaze that hadn’t left him since he’d set foot in the coffee shop.

He slowly turned his head to the left, where you sat next to the counter, a cookie and beverage sitting on your table, untouched.

Telling him, you couldn’t have been here for more than a few minutes.

August scanned your face. For a split second, your eyes met, then you hurriedly looked back down, clearly having been caught, ogling him. You were rather young to be an agent. Especially for being put on his case, he mused.

He didn’t know if he should be insulted that someone like you, was sent to catch him or impressed that you’d found him so quickly. His dark brows furrowed in thought, while he made his way over to a free table close to the door.

The longer August studied you, the more he became enamoured by your looks, you were exactly his kind of pretty.

Apparently too scared to look up again, you kept nibbling at your chocolate chip cookie and taking small sips from your cup.

At last the cashier came and brought his Americano. Moving away as quickly as he came, as if August’s mere presence could hurt him somehow. When he took a sip, he noticed you had pulled out a notebook. Intrigued he kept watching you, while you scribbled something down. What were you doing? Were you communicating with someone? Calling in backup?

As easy as you were on the eyes, he couldn’t let you arrest him just because of that. He needed an action plan and fast, because your cookie was gone already and your hot beverage couldn’t be far off.

August didn’t enjoy making a scene but if he had to, he would. Putting down his own cup, he let his hand slide off the table, down to his sturdy thigh. His left had picked up the beverage anew, as to not rouse suspicion. Gently holding onto his hidden gun with his right. He was ready. Seemingly so were you.

Next, you did something that took him by surprise. You ripped a tiny piece of paper out of the notebook, then continued putting the small book away and into your bag, standing up. You smoothed down your deep red skirt, making your way to the counter to pay for what you’d consumed.

August didn’t let any movement of yours go unnoticed. He knew, putting away your purse, presented you with the perfect opportunity to pull out your own gun and fire away.

Your face turned to look at him, the tiniest and most precious of smiles painting your lips. Which confused him further, you had yet to draw your weapon. And what was with that slip of paper? You clutched it so tightly in your hand, he was sure whatever secret message it held, was illegible by now.

But he was ready to pounce any moment, all his muscles taunt, as you glided over to his table. August’s blue eyes were gleaming over the top of his cup at your perfectly innocent face, betraying absolutely nothing of your intentions. Steadily setting his coffee back down. He hoped, he didn’t have to go through with his action plan, it’d be a pity to shoot such a fine specimen of a woman.

Surprisingly before he could even think about making a move, you stopped in your tracks as if suddenly unsure of what to do.

He raised one of his thick eyebrows in question, because instead of making your own move as he expected, your hand shot out. Letting go of that piece of paper which promptly fell onto the table. Then you turned on your heels and rushed out of the café without looking back.

August was stumped. If you were an agent why the piece of paper? Why not just go and turn him in? Or arrest him yourself?

As if the little scrap of paper could somehow burn him, he carefully slid it across the tabletop with his index finger. He glanced around the still relatively empty café, to ensure no one was watching and only then he unfolded it. Now gawking at it, in utter disbelief.

Lying in front of him was the formerly, folded massage, but it did not contain any secret information. No. Your name, along with what he assumed was your phone number, had been written on it. Even going as far as having drawn a little heart at the end. August blankly stared at the scribble. Realisation hitting him all at once.

Oh.

Oh?

PART 2

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Taglist:

If you're interested in being on my taglist, please let me know! And if you want to be taken off (my taglist), feel free to tell me!❤️✨

[kitdeferramentas]

˗ˋˏ 🔨 ˎˊ˗ Six feet tall and super strong.

[kitdeferramentas]

@dylanhaites & @archibvlds

kate’s thirty, flirty and thriving results

top 30 television families

2.) anthony & benedict & colin bridgerton (bridgerton)

[goddamnmuses]

Long Ass Starter Call Thing

Soo here are a bunch of icons. Send an icon and get a starter! (It’ll probably be a one liner).  Feel free to do this even if we’ve not interracted or if we already have 10000 things on the go, just go for it. If you want something specific then feel free to specify or if you see this you also have permission to just throw a starter at me.

Harry Potter Muses: 🐍 = Salazar Slytherin Marvel Muses: 🦝 = Rocket Raccoon 🕸 = Peter Parker 🕷️ = Older Peter 🌯 = Wade Wilson 🏃‍♂️ = Pietro Maximoff 🖕🏾 = Aaron Davis 💰 = Harry Osborn 🔨 = Thor Odinson 👊 = Marcus Milton DC Muses & Lucifer because.. I guess?: 😈 = Lucifer Morningstar 🦇 = Bruce Wayne 🦸 = Clark Kent 🪲 = Jaime Reyes 🪁 = Charles Brown iZombie Muse: 👨‍⚕️ = Ravi Chakrabarti Archer Muse: 🥍  = Sterling Archer Misfits Muse: 🥴 = Nathan Young God of War Muse: 🪓 = Kratos Star Wars Muses: 🤺 = Darro Orniel Dragon OC: 🐲 = Draco The Boys Muse: 🔪 = Billy Butcher Invincible Muse: 🩸  = Mark Grayson The Witcher Muse: ⚔️ = Roufast of Alba Sonic The Hedgehog Muse: 🦔 = Shadow The Hedgehog Dragon Age Muse: 🛡️ = Aedan Cousland OTHER: 🎰 = One of my 'potential muses' (Will be random if not specified) 🎲 = A random muse.

[girlvinland]

The muse for February’s RSDC was Silver Knight Ledo 🔨

Left: @omelevateart

Center: @redsixwing

Right: @vaeri-art

Thank you for participating this month! And ty @omelevate for taking time to make the collage this time!!

Let’s look forward to next month!

[misshcrror]

❪ ⠀ ⠀ STARTER CALL !!! ⠀ ⠀ ❫.

para um starter com yasemin escolha um emoji com a situação:

🔨: yasemin e MUSE estão procurando por locais estratégicos e para montar as armadilhas ao redor da ilha. (2/2, bora de dracmas?)

🌱: a ruiva estava passando pelos jardins quando MUSE decidiu tirar uma das flores e ser atacado por uma planta carnivora, sobrando para yasemin a salvar muse.

🎮: pronte para embarcar numa aventura com uma garota que não aceita perder? pois yasemin convidou MUSE para o fliperama e só sai de lá depois que bater todos os recordes.

🛥️: yasemin quer mesmo descobrir se o colete leva alguém de volta a praia durante o passeio de barco e quem sabe tentar empurrar MUSE dali, ou quem sabe o contrário?

🚗: yasemin nunca dirigiu na vida, mas isso não a impediu de pegar um dos carrinhos de dois lugares e sair por ai... bem, meio desgovernada e quase atropelar MUSE sem querer.

como também estou procurando cnn pra desenvolver o poder dela, se alguém quiser se voluntariar pra ser vitima no meio do paraíso to aceitando <3

[kitdeferramentas]

@pips-plants

Same Phoebe, same.

FRIENDS 6.01: “The One After Vegas"

[storiesbreathed]

it’s an emoji based starter call , ttrpg / bg 3 / cr / d20 edition! : react with one or multiple to let me know who you want a starter from, specify your muses if you are a multi! ( note : can and will adapt any and all characters into a bg3 & cr setting so if you have one you want, let me know )

also note : all of these will be put in a queue when i write them and will slowly be dropped onto the dash!

if you cannot send an emoji just toss out who you want :)

📖~ allura vysoren  

🎶~ ariverane laraethahl ( bio [ bg3 verse tbt but is same as gen ] ) : drow. college of lore bard. runaway noble / haunted one.

🪄~ astrid becke

👊~ beauregard lionett

🦋~ binx choppley

🧚‍♂️~ joy brecklyn galliot (full bio tbt temp HERE ) : “fetch” ( fey replacement for stolen child ). fighter warlock. haunted one.

💰~ cyriel ( bio tbt ) : high elf. thief rouge. from the book kith & kin

🧙‍♀️~ delilah briarwood

🌸~ fearne calloway 

🌊~ fjord stone

✨~ gwendolyn zahra melanie von musel de rolo ( bio tbt ) : child of percival and vex’ahlia de rolo- tiefling sorcerer

⛈️~ imogen temult

🎸~ kaylie shorthalt

🧵~ laudna 

🟣~ laerryn coramar-seelie

🔨~ leona pike de rolo ( bio tbt ) : child of percival and vex’ahlia de rolo. rouge artificer fighter gunslinger. noble.

🌕~ lyriel ( bio ) bg3 verse tbt  : drow. champion of the moonweaver. bard / trickster cleric. noble.

🕸️~ opal 

☀️~ pike trickfoot 

⚡️~ tanila sommers ( bio bg3 verse tbt - similar to bio ) : fallen assimar. wild magic sorcerer. haunted one. daughter of kord?

🗡️~ vax’ildan vessar

🏹~ veth brenotto / nott the brave

⚔️~ wyll ravengard

[oflostinfound]

BLINDSIDED (about Grimbright!)

GLIMPSES OF THE PAST BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Akram- Akram please please I am begging you-- You have to help me! ❞

The incubus leans heavily on one side of the door frame, yellow eyes locked with the goat-like daemon in front of him. He's panting, dark blood is trickling down from his nose. Hands clasped together, literally begging, as he trembles on his doorstep.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I know it's bad! I know he's looking for me but please- I can't go back. I can't! If you knew what he did- ❞

He reaches forward with a gloved hand, to try to take hold of the other man's, but he pulls away.

|| 🔨 ||: ❝ Bright- ❞

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I don't have anywhere else to go. I can't go back to where I used to work- that's where he first found me. I can't go to the orphanage I- You're- you're all I have left. You're the only person who's cared, who doesn't look at me like I'm a monster, or an object- Please- ❞

The man's hand meet Grimbright's shoulders, and he freezes suddenly, wincing at the contact, wide yellow eyes staring up at him from under his hood.

|| 🔨 ||: ❝ Yavuz, if this were any other time-- But things are... complicated now. ❞

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Complicated? How can anything be so complicated that you can't- ❞

His eyes drift over the man's shoulder, catching just a glimpse, a flash of green hair as it vanishes quickly around the corner. An all too familiar sash, something only a certain Prince would wear, draped over one of the dining room chairs within his house.

|| 🔨 ||: ❝ I'm sorry. I have a family to think about- ❞

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ A family? ❞

His heart aches, hearing that. Of course. Of course he wasn't part of that. A family. Families were a lie.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Akram please- I- I love you. Please. ❞

Take me in, let me be part of your family. Help me help me help me help me-

|| 🔨 ||: ❝ ... I'm sorry. ❞

The man pushes Grimbright back gently, retrieving his hands from the incubus's shoulders and casting a solemn glance through the crack in the door... before it shuts completely and locks.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ No-- No no no NO PLEASE- AKRAM! ❞

He bangs both firsts on the door as he falls to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks as his forehead makes contact with the closed door. The only reason he moves is the sound of riders, some of his guards, searching for him.

They were going to tear this outskirt village apart, if they realized he was here at all. Vasilis never liked like loosing what he had marked as his.

So he starts running as fast as his legs could carry him until he could run no further, until he had to duck into a barn and hide among the hay to avoid being discovered by the riders and their beasts.

Curled into a ball, sobbing into his knees. Alone. Unwanted. Cast aside.

Plotting vengeance for this betrayal.